Hey, cherry picker
Who's your favourite daughter?
Can I ask you for a favour
Only if it's not a bother
Hey, cherry picker
You're always the receiver
You can't make me a believer
Even if you pull the trigger

I bit the hand that feeds me
It tastes like a hypocrite
A wolf hides in sheep's clothing
And feels like bitter death

Hey, cherry picker
I think there's something in the water
When you're following the lеader
Sometimes it's hatе that's the deceiver
Hey, cherry picker
I'm not much of a bleeder
If you can make me a believer
Go on and pull the trigger

I bit the hand that feeds me
It tastes like a hypocrite
A wolf hides in sheep's clothing
And feels like bitter death

I bit the hand that feeds me
It tastes like a hypocrite
A wolf hides in sheep's clothing
And feels like bitter death